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Kimberly's Cruise, Part 2: Her Frustration

stories by kemosabe , Cormenthor , VerbMyNoun , and BlastoTheHanar

Day 2. Sun July 7, 2013

Bright and early at 7am, Anne Gunnarsdottir was already up and out of bed. It didn't seem her hummingbird companion was going to wake up anytime soon, so she left her tucked into the pile of soft, plush sheets to go take her shower. She tucked Kim's phone back into her little pack, leaving her "surprise" on her phone for her to find later. Forgoing her morning stretch, Anne went straight to the shower.

When she got out Kimberly was gone. In the former place of her carelessly discarded clothing was now some carelessly discarded trash. She shrugged and went through her bags, pulling out a clean pair of black compression shorts and a fresh sports bra. She quickly went through her other bag and pulled out a wadded up tank top and a rolled up pair of old ACUs. She pulled the pants on quickly, buttoning and zipping up the front and leaving the ties loose so they hung loosely around her hips showing the top of her shorts. She unfurled the tank top and looked at it.

JIM BEAM

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Coca-Cola

SMOOTH & EASY

It was more than a little worn, and maybe a size or two too small for her, but she enjoyed showing off her figure so it was good enough. She slipped her wallet into her right thigh pocket,a duct-taped roll of quarters into her right hip pocket, and her Casio G'zOne Commando 4G into her left. Finally she clipped the door card into her belt loop and headed out to the Windjammer for breakfast.

She ate her breakfast slowly, savoring what few morsels she allowed herself besides her supplements. She went over the news at home as she nibbled through her thin strips of steak. Prices at UT were going up, a lot of kids having to drop out completely or drop hours. This happened every so often and it wasn't really good. You end up with all these teenagers or twenty-somethings that have migrated to a strange town, looking for work or getting in trouble because school's not keeping them busy anymore. Add into that the stress of dealing with classes and work and everything else for years and then having to back off right when you were almost done? It's a timebomb.

God help Doug and that girl of his... She wondered often what a good guy like that was doing with a stripper. She always seemed sweet enough, if not a little... demure? Not that that's always a bad thing but Doug didn't really seem the type for a girly girl. Heh... THAT'S a man... a little skinny maybe, but still... She shrugged to herself and looked around the cafe. Last night's bird was... fun in her own way, but she felt unfulfilled somehow. She'd need something more... substantial before this trip was over.

As she scanned the room she noticed Freddie sitting down with some big eared kid, that couldn't have been more than 7 or 8. That's... weird... it'd explain a lot, though. She thought to herself as she took another sip of her irish coffee. She kept looking around the room and spied a nice looking spottycat, maybe in her early twenties, eating breakfast with a few horses. She was nice and toned, lithe and just muscular enough. Anne licked her lips and smiled a she eyed her. She's definitely going to be at the gym at some point on this cruise... She went back to drinking her coffee and remembered that mouse she'd met yesterday, too. That boy nearly blew a hole in his shorts just from getting a nose full of her scent. He would definitely be fun to play with at some point. She just had to bide her time...

***

Kimberly woke up far sorer than anyone had a right to be. She could clearly hear that her lover from the previous night was in the shower, although her head was swimming too much to make out which direction the sound of falling water came from. Her body barely wanted to respond to her commands, so she just threw herself onto the floor with a bit of a thud. She crawled along the floor, her every muscle protesting as she searched for what she couldn't see the night before. She found her belt purse right at the foot of the bed. "Dammit, it was so close!" Kim winced at her own words. Waking from a sugar crash was a lot like a hangover, but without any of the added fun the night prior.

She wasted no time unzipping the pouch to get at its contents, only just noticing that her swim bottoms were still there from where she'd removed them before her stunt off the climbing wall. She quickly dug in until she found an energy shot, opening and downing it in one motion. She followed that by fumbling with a bag of Skittles, pouring them down her beak, not caring that some spilled out onto the floor. The effect only took a moment, as Kimberly's body sprang back to life. She went right to gathering up and putting on all the clothes strewn across the floor, even replacing her swim bottoms under her shorts. When she was done, she noticed the water in the bathroom being cut off, and dashed straight out of the cabin door. Kimberly had no desire to face the woman after the embarrassment she had made of herself by passing out.

Rather than head back to her room, she headed straight for Chops Grille. She needed a good meal, and quick. But, she wasn't willing to go traipsing into the main dining hall with half the wing feathers of one arm matted with Anne's, admittedly fairly flavorful, feminine nectar. She placed her starting order quickly, not wanting to give the waiter a chance to examine her too closely. As she had time to kill until it arrived, she fished her phone out to see if she had received anything from back home. She hadn't, but there was something there that hadn't been there the previous day. A video.

When Kim first opened it, she was mildly outraged to see her own passed out form. But as it proceeded to show Anne roughly fucking first her pussy, then her ass, she had to admit the worst of it was the fact she hadn't been awake for it. And, that was her own damn fault for not paying attention to keeping her energy level up. Not that she minded passing out after sex, she'd never been much of a cuddler, but she usually tried to only do so AFTER she'd satisfied the woman she was with.

She was just about to file this one away as a simple regret, that was until the video took a turn, and Anne brought out the ropes. As Kimberly watched her limp body being wrapped up needlessly, her feathers bristled. Suddenly Kim was aware of just why she ached in all the ways she did. She could practically feel the bonds biting into her flesh. Then, to top it of, Anne grabbed her by the beak, turned her to face the camera, and slipped on the the leather binding from before.

"FUCK YOU TOO, ANNIE!!" Kim screeched at her phone, not caring what disturbance she might cause the few others in the restaurant at that early hour. Annie was clearly just trying to push her buttons. "Mission fucking accomplished."

"Er, ma'am, you're--" came the voice of her waiter, before she cut him off. "Ready to order desert? Why yes I am, how did you know?"

He stared at her dumbfounded as she glanced her menu over. "I'll have one of everything."

"It doesn't exactly," he tried to speak again, but Kim wasn't in any mood.

"Look, I don't care if you have to charge me a surcharge for each one, bring me what I ordered." She then looked down at the salad and shrimp she'd only managed to pick at with the distraction of the video. She hadn't planned to finish either, but had eaten less than usual.

"Actually, I've changed my mind." The waiter visibly relaxed, as if ordering too much dessert were some terrible thing. "Add a second passionberry mousse."

"..."

"Fuck, if I knew you were just gonna stare at me like that, I woulda just let you chew me out for my little outburst. Look, I'm going to need that food sometime, like, now." She took a large sip of her raspberry mocha that had been ignored until then, and could tell the daft man was making no move to serve her. She began to wonder if Annie's ropes had left noticeable marks on her body. She hadn't exactly taken the time to look herself over in the mirror. Kim could feel the rage building at these thoughts. If she didn't get her way soon...

"Trust me, my body is my temple. I just so happen be fortunate that my body chemistry dictates taking proper care of myself means consuming as much sugar as I can get my hands on. And, this has not been a good morning. So, if you would." Anger seeped into the words. But, the waiter did show signs of movement. Kim downed the last of her drink. "While you're at it, bring me another coffee. And this time, make it an Irish."

"Um." Kimberly stared daggers at the man. If he said one more thing that went against her wishes she'd rip his head off. Literally remove his head right there in the middle of the restaurant. "Yes ma'am. Right away."

"Better." It was true that her meal would likely set heavily on her stomach, but it was nothing a good walk around the ship to check out the babes wouldn't take care of. Plus, sex was always a great workout. She could really USE a girl to get the bad taste out of her mouth from Annie's betrayal of her personal convictions. It was the worst kind of violation in Kim's eyes. Annie had raped her very pride, and she needed to take her mind off it in the way she best knew how.

***

Daisy Daniels strolled lazily around the main pool, swaying her shapely hips a bit more than necessary, thoroughly enjoying the gawks and stares of nearly every male in the pool area, as well as more than a few of the females. After the second lap around the pool she dove into the sparkling clear water, swimming towards the shallow end, sneaking peeks at the people around the pool watching her. Rolling over onto her back she floated along, her stiffening penis making a noticeable bulge in her boy short bottoms, her ample breasts drawing the attention of several males as she grinned slyly. She loved the attention her body attracted. Flipping over she dove beneath the water, changing directions toward the deeper water. When she surfaced moments later she was near the ladder, tossing her long brunette hair back. She noticed someone eying her from a near by deck chair, a rather lovely hummingbird girl shamelessly giving her the once over with a lecherous grin on her beak. Daisy blushed slightly, batting her eyes at the girl in an invitation for her to come closer, the girl took the invitation, sauntering over to the pool's edge where the moose herm awaited her.

"Well hello there cute stuff," Daisy said as the humming bird girl approached, "like what you see do ya?"

"Well I do so far, you look like you swim a lot, seem pretty graceful in the water for a moose. Name's Kim," the girl said extending her hand.

"Daisy, pleasure to meet you Kim, you're not put together so bad yourself," the moose girl said, letting her eyes roam over the slender form before her as she shook hands with the girl.

"Thanks," Kim said brightly, liking the direction this encounter seemed to be taking.

"Just out looking or have something... more entertaining in mind?", the moose girl asked, her eyelids drooping slightly in a seductive manner.

"Oh more than looking, and the things I have in mind shouldn't be said in public pretty girl," the hummingbird girl replied, lowering her voice a bit.

"So you prefer the ladies do you, well what ever flips your switch. But I'm not opposed to it, no not at all. I'll bet you can do some amazing things with that long thin tongue of yours too sexy bird," Daisy said, licking her lips suggestively. Daisy was hoping for a positive response, she thought the bird girl would love a little loving, and she was more than willing to fill the girl with moose meat as well.

"Honey, I've got all kinds of tricks to show you," Kim replied, teasing a wing tip along Daisy's nose.

"Mmmm, then maybe we should go somewhere a little more... private," Daisy said climbing up the ladder to stand before the hummingbird girl. Her wet bikini top clung suggestively to her ample breasts, drawing the other girl's attention to them immediately.

Kim gazed at the curvy moose girl before her, drinking in the soft brown fur of her chest, the arousing swell of flesh filling the girl's top. As she let her eyes dance lower, over the girl's ribs, her flat toned stomach, her trim waist, lower still over her shapely hips to her...

'Oh my fucking God, what the hell is THAT!!', Kimberly thought to herself, seeing a very prominent bulge in the girl's boy short swim bottoms. 'Oh no fucking way, I get lucky yesterday, but it sure didn't leave me feeling lucky this morning. I need a new fuck buddy bad and I have to find the one girl on this cruise that looks great and turns out to be a fucking herm? Fucking figures!!'

Trying to keep her composure and get out of the situation as quickly as she could Kim said, "Um, uh... that's nice, uh... actually, seeing you out of the pool, I think you might be too young for me... I should go."

As Kim turned to leave Daisy said, "your loss sweet cheeks, we could have had us a really good time."

Kim walked away a bit more quickly, fighting not to turn and scream at the herm girl that she had no use for 'anything' with a cock. She just wanted to get some distance between them before she started to retch and gag.

***

"Your man's a hot piece of ass," the opossum girl said. "I bet he's packin' a big one."

"Who, Joel?" Wendy asked, dubiously. "No, he's single. And no, that's not saying you should ask him out. Isn't he a little old for you... Wait, who are you?"

"I'm Lilly," the girl smiled sweetly, before wrinkling up her brow. "And why shouldn't I ask him out if he ain't got a girlfriend?"

"Because he just got his heart stepped on, and his head is a mess. That's why," the normally-quiet mouse snapped impatiently.

"Fine, I get it," the girl pouted. "What is it with the cocks around this pool today?"

Suddenly, Shyara's ears perked up. "What's that supposed ta mean?"

"Everyone I set my sights on is off-limits," the girl shrugged. "First there was a cute herm lounging over there - hung like an ox - and she says she's not into little girls. Now I find another delicious cock - don't you lie to me, guys like that don't wear a Speedo unless they have something to show off - and you tell me to back off. I'm gonna die if I don't get laid soon!"

"Riiggghhhhttttt..." Shy said, her gray eyes frantically scanning the area around the pool, looking for the mysterious well-hung hermaphrodite the little opossum was referring to. Finally, she spotted a tall, striped girl with pink-hued fur reclined back in a chaise lounge, brazenly displaying her body in a scandalously small bikini. Even from this distance, she could make out the prominent bulge in the front of the herm's tiny bottoms. "Hey, hun, if I don't come back soon, I'll meet ya at the main dining room at five, okay?"

Wendy had noticed where her friend was looking, and giggled playfully. "Okay, girl! Just be careful, all right? Good luck!"

As the sugar glider climbed out of the pool, Wendy let out a soft squeak in surprise as she felt the little girl's paw cup the front of her boyshorts. "What about you, cutie? Are you up for a little fun?"

As Shyara approached the beautiful herm, a small figure imposed itself between her and her prey, catching her completely by surprise. "Damn! You look like you need some loving as bad as I do."

"No thanks. I'm kinda interested in someone else," the teen mom politely declined.

"What, that pink crossbreed over there? I see how you look at... 'her.' Why don't you come back to my room, and I show you why my tongue makes me a better lay than any guy or herm?" The Spatuletail wrapped her feathery wing around Shy's shoulder as she spoke.

"Fine, ya want the truth? I'm just not inta little girls, all right?" Shy was getting exasperated by the bird-girl's pushy insistence.

"Fuck! Really? That's your problem? Look, I'm little, but I'm not a girl, ok? My species just don't get all that big." The hummingbird almost shrieked with irritation at the remark.

"How about BIG girls?" A confident female voice said to the side. Both Shyara and the avian girl turned to see the pink-furred herm, some type of zebra mix, just in time to see the front of her swimsuit get pulled down to show off the biggest cock she had ever seen.

"Oh, friggin' hell, that's what I'm talkin' about! Yer comin' with me back ta my room." Without even waiting for a reply, Shy grabbed the exotic hermaphrodite by the wrist and started dragging her away. With a glance back towards the hummingbird, she said, "If ya wanna try yer luck, there's a cute opossum gal in the pool about yer age!"

As the sugar glider walked away with her new fuck buddy in tow, the hummingbird woman stared behind them, fuming with indignation. "Another herm?! Is there something in the pool water? And that bitch!" She grumbled to herself. "Trying to pawn me off on some little girl. Just have the decency to keep ignoring me if you're not going to listen when I say I'm a woman."

"I can hear you, you know," a playful voice giggled from behind her. Whipping her head around, the bird woman saw a young girl staring at her with large, mischievous eyes. She was adorably cute with her long red hair and frilly little bikini. One quick look told the small woman that this was the opossum girl in the pool that she had just been referred to. "Did you say you're a woman? I love older girls, and, you're so cute and pretty, too."

Shaking her feathered head, the woman responded flatly, "No. No way. I'm too old for you. Why don't you try fucking someone closer to your own age."

"What, I ain't cute enough for a sexy, grown woman?" The little girl wrinkled her brow, insulted.

"I'm just not interested. And even if I was, I'm not in the mood anymore... Now, I'm going to go heave over the railing for a few hours. Excuse me," she said, pushing her way past the younger girl and rushing off.

"Well, I never... She must be seasick," the little opossum said, watching the tiny Spatuletail hummingbird dash away.